Bath Salts

Hey

I'm feeling okay, it's good

'Cause lately I've been feeling so strange

Like I've been re-arranged, changed

And these voices, the ones that I can hear in my head

Oh, these fellas are telling me that I'd be better off dead

They're painting me red, oh

Hey

And lately, it's been getting harder to sleep

These muscle spasms hit me so deep

And every single night I get cold

Like I can't feel my hands or my toes

And no one told me which way to go

I know, but I'm still here, so

Why don't you pour me another one, Kyle?

Hey

Why can't I come down?

Oh

I'm so cold again, can't feel my face again, no

My patience is wearing thin

6 A.M., there goes the moon

I feel like death is coming soon, and oh

All I wanna do is fuckin' sleep

Nothing flashed before my eyes, yeah

No pretty angels, no bright lights

All I saw was the devil's soul

It looked a hell of a lot like my own

Oh